001 Medical Report // [Voice] [originating from Trion's Temple]

[neonmedic]

[The voice may be familiar to several of you, and it's filled with a mixture of aggravation, confusion, and curiosity]

So, Cybertron, is it? Definitely not one I remember. A question for anyone who can hear this. Is there any more up to date information available? I'm not trusting the sole source so far.

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[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

[YOU.]

Ah. So here we are again.

[He's been listening already. He knows what you've heard so far, Ratchet~]

[audio]

[neonmedic]

Again? Would you care to expand on that? [oh so neutral]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Mm... not particularly.

You tend to not believe me on a good day.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

You've not exactly been a shining example of openness and honesty, Barricade.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Sadly for you, you're four years behind the times. Things change, Ratchet.

[audio] I thought you were playing F.E.A.R....

[neonmedic]

Like you not being a Decepticon?

[audio] I was but I have to stop sometime

[namesnotprowl]

Among other things.

Though I know you're having trouble with even that much. You poor thing.

[audio] :3

[neonmedic]

Sympathy with a touch of mockery. Or perhaps mockery with a touch of sympathy. Oh, I'm filled with joy of being here with you. [just lay on the sarcasm a bit thicker, Ratchet, you missed a spot.]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Oh please. You'd probably shoot me faster than Ironhide would. Luckily for you it's a big planet and none of us are required to endure each other's presences.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

That is a possibility. [for shooting or enduring presences? who knows.]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, I've had my fill of tolerating you from the last place I was stuck with you, believe me. You're more of a party-pooper than Blackout, and that takes talent.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

Really. I don't recall that occurring.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Exactly, dearest.

[This is so annoying. It was annoying the last time too, as he recalls.]

[audio]

[neonmedic]

Not your dearest.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

[Oh. Oh.]

How would you know? You could've been. In another dimension~

[audio]

[neonmedic]

Possibility of different dimensions, though I wonder about you, Barricade.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Possibility? You're in one. Or do you really run into hooded figures talking about Cybertron that often?

[audio]

[neonmedic]

The hooded figures are a bit new, yes. It doesn't necessarily mean that I am in a new dimension. It could be that we are in an earlier time, not necessarily a new dimension.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

An earlier time. In our dimension.

[Pfffffhahahahaha.]

Because our Primes- [He practically spits the word.] -were preparing our Cybertron for a god called 'Primus'. Right. Sure.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

I am open to possibilities, Barricade.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Ha. We're alone in destroying each other and we always will be. There is no benevolent creator-god; there's just us, and our Primes wrecking things.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

That hasn't been disproven or proven, Barricade.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Sure. [Snort.] Sure it hasn't.

[audio]

[neonmedic]

I wouldn't know about that, Barricade. So. Not proven or disproven. Yet.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Well, if Primus was around, your faction probably chucked his heart into space. And then your human jammed it in Megatron's chest.